Date: Wed, 25 May 2005 21:53:02 EDT
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Student Teacher Relations Chapter 2
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Student Teacher Relations - Chapter 2
By R. A. Swain
Chris Coulter sat through his Literature of Evil class, all the while
picturing Professor Edward Mansfield bare assed naked. He hated waiting
until the end of the class, he was so horny, but he wanted everything to be
just right. He was gonna have fun with Mansfield. As the class wound down
he took his time collecting his books and waited for the rest of his fellow
students to leave. He watched Professor Mansfield pack up his briefcase.
The older man was only maybe in his mid thirties, Chris thought. He admired
the dark goatee that gave Mansfield the scholarly look he thought all
professors should have. He already knew Mansfield kept his body in good
shape from what he could tell watching the man sprint across the parking
lot almost naked. Now he would get to see it more up close.
"Professor, can I talk to you a moment?" Chris asked, casually walking down
from the stadium seating lecture area.
Eddie looked up at the young man, his mussed sandy blonde hair, so
obviously meant to have that unkempt look, his muscular body clad in a
sleeveless t-shirt and khaki shorts and sandals. "Mr. Coulter, what may I
do for you?"
What indeed, Chris thought. "I wanted to ask you about streaking?"
Eddie shook his head. "I beg your pardon?"
Yeah, beg me, Chris thought. "I wanted to know if you thought someone
should be punished for streaking on campus if they were caught."
Eddie looked at the boy wondering where they question came from? "Well,
streaking is against the law, so I suppose if someone were to do it and was
caught doing it, they should face the consequences. After all, if they were
doing it, they no doubt knew it was illegal and understood the risk of
their actions. Why do you ask?"
"I'm glad to hear you say that, Professor. You see, I have a dilemma. I saw
someone streaking the other day outside of my dorm, and I'm torn as to what
I should do about it." Chris watched for a reaction from Mansfield.
Eddie froze. Fuck, he thought. The little shit saw me. "What do you mean by
`what to do about it?' Did it offend you?"
"Oh no. On the contrary, I enjoyed seeing it. My dilemma is this," Chris
said, leaning on the edge of the desk. "How should I go about seeing it
happen again?"
Eddie breathed an emotional sigh of relief. At least the kid wasn't going
to report him to the police. "You want to see it again?"
"Oh yes, Professor. And I think I know how to go about it."
"Do you?"
"Yeah, I do," Chris said, somewhat cocky. "I know it was you, so don't
bother denying it. I recognized your bomber jacket and jeep."
Mansfield leaned on the opposite side of the desk from Chris. "And you're
going to blackmail me, aren't you?"
"Something like that," Chris replied. "But not for a passing grade or
anything like that. That would be wrong. I figure it'll be more fun to make
you humiliate yourself in front of me, and maybe some of my friends."
Mansfield stood up straight again. "Mr. Coulter, you do realize blackmail
is illegal?"
"Oh yes, Professor, I know blackmail is illegal. Just like streaking is
illegal."
"Mr. Coulter, what exactly do you want?"
"Come to my dorm room tonight, around nine and find out."
"And if I don't?"
"I think the whole school will know about your little exhibitionistic
jaunt. You did drive home naked except for the bomber jacket, did you not?"
"Nine PM you said?"
"Yeah, and wear a t-shirt, jogging shorts, sneakers and socks."
Eddie watched his student walk out of the room and pondered what he was
going to do next. He took his cell phone and called Jared. After getting no
answer he left a message to call him immediately.
As Chris returned to his dorm he saw Jared, the R. A., sitting shirtless
wearing a pair of shorts on the lawn in front of the building reading a
book. "Hey Jared, I figured out how to handle my Lit. of Evil problem."
"Excuse me?" Jared asked. "Oh yeah, I remember. You were having a problem
with some professor."
"Mansfield."
"Yeah, that's the one. So how did you handle it?"
"Come to my room tonight around nine PM and you'll see."
Jared was intrigued. He watched Chris walk on by to the dorm. Something was
up, he knew it. He gathered up his book and went to his suite to call
Eddie. When he got there he discovered he already had a message from his
lover.
"Man, what's up?" He asked when he got Eddie on the phone.
"That little fuck Chris Coulter saw me leave the dorm the other day when
you made me go naked. He wants me to meet him at his room tonight. He's
blackmailing me."
"What?"
"Yeah, but only for sex. I'm not sure what he has in mind, but I think
it'll be okay."
"What time are you meeting him?"
"Nine."
"Funny, he asked me to come by his room at that time also. You don't think
he knows about me daring you to leave naked? You didn't tell him, did you?"
"No."
"I guess we'll find out at nine."
Jared felt a bit uneasy the rest of the day. If Chris was blackmailing
Eddie, he would probably blackmail him also, he thought. Although, if Eddie
was right and it was only for sex, it might not be too bad. After all,
Chris was a hottie he already fantasized about when jerking off on
occasion. He went to dinner, figuring he might as well act as though
nothing was wrong, in case Chris was watching him.
At nine o'clock he knocked on Chris's door, having put a t-shirt on along
with his khaki shorts. Chris opened the door clad only in his boxers, a
standard uniform for most of the guys in the dorm. "Hey man, glad you could
make it."
Jared entered the room to find four other sophomores he knew from around
the campus gathered there. All were friends of Chris's and all were sitting
around in their boxers. This he thought was strange since only one other
guy lived in the dorm. "So you told me I would see how you handled your
Mansfield problem."
Chris laughed. "Man you're gonna love this. I caught Mansfield streaking in
the parking lot the other day. He was bare assed naked except for that
bomber jacket he wears."
Jared faked surprise. "Really? No shit?"
"Really. He didn't even deny it when I confronted him."
"So what are you going to do about it?" Jared asked.
Chris smiled. "Mansfield is always making me and the rest of us feel like
crap because we don't know the answers and such in his class. So the five
of us are going to humiliate him tonight."
"And you're telling me because?"
"Because you're my R. A., and a friend, and thought you might like to be in
on it since you had him as a teacher."
Jared smiled. He liked the idea of this, more so because he wasn't being
blackmailed like he thought might be the case. "So what's the plan?"
"Simple. We're going to bukkake him."
Jared paused. "What?"
"Bukkake. It's this ancient Asian form of punishment for adulterers."
"Exactly what is it?" Jared asked.
"You've never heard the term?"
"Nope."
"Well, what it is is this. We're going make him strip naked, and then all
of us are going to jerk off and shoot our loads on him."
Jared's eyes widened and an evil grin spread across him face. "Dude! I am
SO in on this. That explains why you're all in your boxers."
"Yeah, now strip down and join us."
Jared shed his t-shirt and khakis and stepped to the back of the group, as
he heard a knock on the door. Chris opened it and Eddie entered dressed in
a sleeveless t-shirt, jogging shorts, socks and sneakers.
"I'm here as ordered, Mr. Coulter." Eddie looked around at the room full of
young men, all in their early twenties, all wearing nothing more than boxer
shorts. "What is this?"
"This is your punishment for streaking," Chris said. "What happens here
stays here. Agreed?"
Eddie nodded.
"Now get naked, Professor." Chris ordered, stepping back to watch the man
strip.
Eddie took a deep breath and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He saw Jared
in the group of young men and questioned him with his eyes, but Jared was
ignoring him. He just stood and smiled as he watched Eddie kick off his
sneakers and pull off his socks. He stood up and looked around at the young
men again, all staring at him, and he looped his thumbs into the waistband
of his shorts and tugged them down revealing his hairy body for them all to
view.
"Now," Chris said. "We want you to get yourself hard."
Eddie didn't question his punishers, only reached down and began tugging on
his cock while six pairs of eyes drank in his performance. He stroked and
tugged his cock until he was rock hard and beginning to leak precum. He saw
each of the young men smiling and groping their cocks through their boxers.
"That's good, Professor." Chris said, gesturing for him to stop. "Now if
you will lie down on the floor we will proceed with the next part of your
punishment."
"Which is?" Eddie asked.
"We're going to cum on you."
"What?"
"You heard me. The six of us are going to jerk off and shoot our loads on
you. Now this won't be your only punishment, but it'll be the start. After
we cum, maybe one or two times depending on how much fun we have, you'll
finish by jerking yourself off in front of us, getting dressed without
cleaning up, and returning home. There will be other times you will submit
to similar punishments, at my request. This will last as long as we enjoy
humiliating you." Chris finished his speech by tugging his boxers off. The
five other young men followed suit.
Eddie sank to his knees and lay back before them. He watched them circle
around him, and begin to stroke their cocks. Each was different. Jared's he
was quite familiar with, but the others were new to him. Chris Coulter's
was not as long as Jared's but wider and covered in a fine coat of blonde
fuzz.
The other young men he recognized from his class. Erik Cheng, an oriental
exchange student. He was surprisingly well hung, obviously bigger than both
Chris and Jared in length, but not as wide as Chris. He had little body
hair, but a nice bush at the base of his cock. His cock itself curved
upward like a banana.
Patrick O'Hanlon, a freckle faced beefy redheaded jock with a smattering of
hair on his chest and legs, and an eight inch long beer can cock that had
to be five inches around, seemed to have a unique method of masturbation,
alternating between stroking and twisting his wrist.
Tommy Mercer, a tall thin kid had brown hair shone to a fine layer leaving
him almost bald. His body was that of a swimmer, lean and toned, with no
hair. He apparently shaved because he was on the swim team, Eddie
guessed. The lack of hair made his low hanging balls look larger as they
swung with each stroke of his six inch long cock. He kept rubbing his thumb
over the mushroom tip, and was getting Eddie hotter than he wanted to
admit.
Finally there was Adam Grant, a tall muscular young black man, with a nine
inch cock curved upward toward his stomach. All six young men stood over
the teacher stroking their cocks and silently watching Eddie lay before
them, his hard on pulsing occasionally as he watched his punishers' stroke
closer and closer to ejaculation.
He didn't have to wait long for the first round of cum to come. Erik moaned
first and announced he was cumming. He clenched his eyes shut and pumped
his hand up and down his shaft faster. After a few seconds cum shot out of
his tip and landed on Mansfield's chest and stomach. Chris moaned at the
sight of Erik cumming and began to shoot his own load.
Adam and Tommy and Jared all began to cum at the sight of the other men
cumming. Patrick was the last one to begin shooting his cum, and they all
watched each other unload on the professor lying at their feet. Looking
down at his hairy body they saw he was covered in their semen. Chris was
already working on a second load, and this got the other men excited as
well. Jared was taking personal pleasure in working up a second load to
dump on his lover. He knew how much Eddie was secretly enjoying his
punishment, and was enjoying administering it with the other guys.
Even more exciting for Jared was seeing the other five men naked and
stroking alongside of him. He wanted to reach out and jerk each one of them
off, but knew all he could do was watch for the time being. It didn't
matter. He knew he was good for two more loads, and planned on dumping them
on Eddie.
Adam and Tommy shot their second loads and seemed to relax a bit. They
didn't stop playing with themselves, just paused. Chris was still working
out his second load while Erik and Patrick shot theirs. Jared unloaded a
second load, aiming specifically for Eddie's cock.
Chris finally came a second time, and decided to rest before his next
load. Erik, it seemed, was able to cum quite a bit in a short time. Adam
and Tommy were beginning to feel spent, and after a third load, they
retired to just watch. Jared worked out his third load and wanted to go for
a fourth. Patrick blew his third load and called it quits.
Only Chris and Jared were willing to go for a fourth load, and it took them
a long time before they were ready to shoot it. Enjoying the view of a cum
covered Eddie lying at their feet, Chris smiled.
"Well Prof, it's time for you to jerk yourself off. Mix your cum with
ours."
Eddie did as he was ordered, grabbing his cock and pumping it like mad. His
fist flew up and down his shaft for a few minutes and he bucked his hips as
a moan escaped his lips. "I'm cumming," he whimpered. He bucked his hips
several more times, each time releasing a stream of cum to shoot into the
air and land on his chest, his cock and balls and stomach.
As he lay there panting and trying to catch his breath he sighed.
"Now you can get dressed, but don't clean up. You're going to wear our cum
home with you tonight. I'll be in touch to tell you what your next
punishment will be," Chris said.
Eddie got up off the floor, his body sticky with the cum of six young
college men, his hair matted with their cum, and smelling of pure sex. He
pulled his shorts on and his t-shirt over his head again. The cum seeped
through the thin material and was becoming very visible. Now he was going
to have walk out of the dorm room, knowing he might run into any number of
students who would see the stains on his clothing.
He donned his socks and sneakers and turned to face Chris. "This stays
between us, right?"
"Between us," Chris replied.
The young men dressed silently and left, except for Jared. "Man that was
extreme. What are you going to do to him next?"
"Can we have a party this weekend?"
"I suppose. You're clearing it with me, so yeah," Jared answered.
"It'll have a theme. Underwear. That's all anyone who attends is allowed to
wear."
Jared eyed Chris. "And this is going to do what?"
"Professor Mansfield will be attending, and I'll be picking out his
underwear."
"I don't know, Chris. It's one thing to humiliate him in front of a few key
students, but at a party," Jared said. "That might be different."
"Don't worry. All he has to do is wear whatever underwear I decide
on. That's all. In fact, I don't think he'll be the only teacher at the
party," Chris replied.
"Are you blackmailing any others?" Jared asked.
"No, but I'll figure out a way to get at least two other teachers here."
"In their underwear?" Jared asked.
"Oh yeah."
End Chapter 2
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